half-full loses weight once you taste it
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so for now my empty glass must mean i¡¯ve chased it
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but i¡¯m not wasted and i¡¯ll not waste it
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the dealer laced it with a new decree of our separation
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how many have you taken?
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and i could run off at the mouth
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for hours on end, like i¡¯d gone senseless
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but i¡¯m just speechless
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rendered me defenseless
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barred from your presence, my name from present-tenses
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and yes, i¡¯ve sensed this
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since early august
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i¡¯m not dense and it¡¯s obvious that you¡¯re more than just friends
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but i¡¯m not against this
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i¡¯ll remove our fences
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and just hide in these sentencing sentences
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till things can start making sense
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it¡¯s a roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
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that brings back my black and bruised blues
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the sea, our torpid frames pale upon the beach
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entwined in love¡¯s sans, between those sheets
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remember
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i mean, really think back now
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to the very last time you were happy
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and yeah, i know, got the job, got the family
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got no free time, and still they¡¯ll take what¡¯s left
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now we¡¯re running on empty but i know we can make it
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can¡¯t turn around
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and we can¡¯t change our destination
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but when our transmission ends
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they¡¯ll rescue us
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and we¡¯ll start from where we land
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it¡¯s roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
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that brings back my black and bruised blues
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you can¡¯t rob the coppery tide of her cherry-ish hues
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the shores of these sheets recant refuse
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forget about the wedding rings we lose
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only greater love will see us through
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it don¡¯t matter now how long we¡¯ve played the fools
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we both know we were bound to bend the rules
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you should know by now, we never lose
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no never, never
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you can mock the malleable calms of ancient rule
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forever and ever
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or forgive them for they know not what they do
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whatever, whatever
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so rose mary¡¯s baby to sing the truth
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for worse or for better
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now, the idiosyncrasy when they serve the savants
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and the mouth of the iris learns to let the light in
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may the end of our times make way for the rules that we bend
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times are always changing, but life never ends
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We Were Bound (To Bend the Rules)
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| The Velvet Teen |
